Saturday, May 16, 2015

The moochers came back.

To tell the truth, these two moochers never left. They smell food and hear a package open and consider it an invitation. The kitchen is the worst place but it happens anywhere in the house. When I bring a snack in the den I always have a parade following me with these starving, hungry faces.

But I try to look on the good side. They are always willing to help me with my diet by keeping me from eating everything. And when you call them names or accuse them of begging too much, they look all around the room as if I was talking about someone else.

BTW, the flash wasn't bounced off the ceiling in the top photo. I grabbed the camera too fast to make the adjustment.

Hi, Flee, Maybe its time to tell the story about Mocha and the stinky farts. Her particular reaction whenever I said "Who did the stinky fart?" was to loudly bark a protest that obviously meant, "It wasn't me."

About Me

Having worked in the airline business for 40 years for two major airlines I retired over 15 years ago to my dream home in rural Kentucky. My life was changed in 2017 when Jacqueline, my wife of 56 years, passed away. Now I spend all my time enjoying the remainder of my retirement with my last two Rottweilers, Bess and Ruff. This blog is not about me, it is about the Rottweilers who stole my heart and have filled my life with their love. I plan to update this blog with future posts of our adventures but will begin, as all good stories do, at the beginning. The story began in 1995. You can follow it in the Blog Archive on the left with some of the pages I saved from my original web site.